Incest Facebook Friends (Bhai-Behan Love)

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Update 97 D

The Lingerie Store

Dono mall mein aage walk kar rahe hote hain ki saamne ek branded lingerie store aa jaata hai.

Komal ki nazar jaise hi store par padti hai, woh turant Jibran ke shoulder par ek light punch maarti hai.

Komal: "Bilkul nahi!"

Jibran confuse hokar uski taraf dekhta hai.

Jibran: "Kya hua?"

Komal: "Yahan bilkul nahi jaana. Main yahan se kuch nahi loongi."

Jibran hansi rokne ki koshish karta hai.

Jibran: "Arre, kyun? Chalo na. Meri choice se kuch le lo."

Komal phir uske shoulder par halka sa punch maarti hai.

Komal: "Bhaiyon wale kaam karo. Ye aapka department nahi hai."

Jibran: "Main sales girl ko size samjha dunga."

Or ek Bhai apni Behan ko ne leja sakta

Lekin me apni honay wali biwi ko to lejasakta hona

Komal ekdum embarrassed hokar uski taraf dekhti hai.

Komal: "Aapko koi zaroorat nahi hai mera size samjhane ki!"

Jibran hansi mein kehta hai—

Jibran: "Arre, main help hi toh kar raha hoon."

Komal: "No help! Agar mujhe kuch lena hoga toh main akeli aaungi. Aapka yahan koi kaam nahi hai."

Jibran: "Theek hai, theek hai."

Komal uska haath pakad kar use store se door le jaati hai.

Ab woh dono haathon se Jibran ka arm pakad kar use peeche kheench rahi thi.

Komal: "Bhai, nahi! Aap mere saath andar nahi jaoge. Bilkul nahi!"

Jibran hans raha tha, lekin Komal ko clearly serious dekhkar bhi uska mood nahi badalta.

Komal: "Please bhai, rehne do. Main baad mein akeli aa jaungi. Aapko andar aane ki koi zaroorat nahi hai."

Jibran uski baat ignore karte hue use gently but firmly store ke entrance ki taraf le jaata hai.

Komal: "Bhai! Main keh rahi hoon na, nahi jaana!"

Jibran: "Bas, drama band karo."

Komal: "Aap samajh kyun nahi rahe?"

Jibran finally uski taraf mudkar teasing tone mein kehta hai—

Jibran: "Insaan bano aur andar chalo."

Komal aankhein badi karke uski taraf dekhti hai.

Jibran: "Aur ek condition hai."

Komal: "Ab kya?"

Jibran: "Andar mujhe 'bhai' nahi bolna."

Komal ekdum embarrassed ho jaati hai.

Komal: "What?!"

Jibran: "Haan. Tumhari wajah se sab log mujhe aise dekh rahe hain jaise main tumhara personal shopping consultant hoon."

Komal sharm se nazrein neeche kar leti hai.

Komal: "Aap bhi na Bhai ko bhai na bolo to kya bolo ap bbi to beta beta krho ho..."

Jibran use lekar store ke andar chala jaata hai.

Andar ka atmosphere mall ke baaki stores se bilkul alag tha. Har taraf premium aur modern collections display par lagi hui thi—different styles ki lingerie, gowns, sleepwear aur fashionable innerwear collections. Store ki lighting aur presentation bhi kaafi sophisticated thi.

Komal jaise hi andar aati hai, woh aur zyada conscious ho jaati hai. Woh seedha neeche dekhte hue Jibran ke thoda peeche chalne lagti hai.

Jibran meanwhile bilkul normal behave karta hai.

Ek sales girl unke paas aati hai.

Sales Girl: "Hi, can I help you?"

Jibran casually Komal ki taraf dekhta hai aur phir sales girl se kehta hai—

Jibran: "Yes. We're looking for something new for her. Please show her some of your latest designs."

Komal turant Jibran ki taraf dekhti hai, jaise aankhon hi aankhon mein keh rahi ho—ab bas bhi karo.

Sales girl Komal ki taraf professionally dekhti hai aur different collections ke baare mein batana shuru karti hai.

Jibran bhi confidently options dekh raha hota hai, jabki Komal abhi bhi thodi awkward aur shy feel kar rahi hoti hai.

Komal: "Mujhe kuch nahi lena..."

Jibran dheere se uski taraf dekhta hai.

Jibran: "Abhi toh tumne dekha bhi nahi."

Komal: "Maine decide kar liya hai."

Jibran: "Tumhara decision baad mein. Pehle options dekho."

Komal ek gehri saans leti hai aur finally displays ki taraf dekhna shuru karti hai.

Jibran to sales girl

Show all designs in Black and Red only no other colors

Sales girl kuch latest designs nikaal kar Komal ko show karti hai.

Jibran ekdum matter-of-fact tone mein bolta hai—

Jibran: "Jo comfortable ho aur achha lage, wahi lena. Expensive hona zaroori nahi."

Komal pehli baar uski taraf thoda relaxed hokar dekhti hai.

Komal: "Toh phir mujhe khud choose karne do."

Jibran smile karta hai.

Jibran: "Exactly. Ab tum sensible baat kar rahi ho."

Komal halka sa smile karti hai aur sales girl ke saath collection dekhne lagti hai, jabki Jibran thoda distance par khada hokar wait karta hai.

Kuch der pehle jo Komal store ke andar aane ke naam par Jibran ko kheench kar bahar le ja rahi thi, ab wahi dheere-dheere comfortable hokar apni pasand ki cheezein dekh rahi thi.

Dono shop ke andar ek se lingerie section mein chup-chaap khade the.

Jibran apne haath mein bra aur panty ke different designs utha raha tha.

Usne pehla red net bra-panty set uthaya aur Komal ko dekh kar bola:

“Beta… yeh dekho, bahut sundar lag raha hai.

Skin colour wala bhi hai… lekin red wala bhi bahut hot hai.”

Komal phir se sharma gayi.

Uski aankhen neeche ja rahi thi.

Sales girl ne dheemi si muskurahat ke saath bola:

“Madam, you can try your fittings. It will help you. If any issue you can replace it right now.”

Komal ne dheemi si siski li aur muskurate hue bola:

“Bas thodi der ke liye… chalti hoon.”

Sales girl ne turant Jibran ko bula liya aur bola:

“Sir, you can go and check if it looks gorgeous on her.

Matlab is tarah se ki aap jaake dekhein madam kya design achi lag rahi hai, toh aap khud batayein ya phir koi aur design pasand kar len.”

Jibran ne khud ko change room ki taraf chle gaya

Waha koe doors ne thy

Or aaj koe or customer bhi abbi ne tha

Dressing rooms 4 thy or sb k bahr (parda) curtains

Komal ne sb shopping bags to bahr hi rkh die thy

Red wali bara panty lekr andar agaie

Dressing room me komal ne pehle apne saray kapre utary

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Phr wo Jibran ki pasand ki koe red bra panty try ki

Komal sheesay me dekh kr

Bhai srf tmhre lie

Jibran parda hata he

Usk hat bbi kanp rhy thy

Komal andar bra ki hook kholi, wo ab again change krhi thi red panty or bra jibran ki side back

Komal ko bhai mirror ki reflection me dekha

Ab andar jate hi Jibran ne parda set kia.

Komal ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha.

Usne halke se Jibran ka kaan pakad liya aur dheemi awaaz mein boli:

Apne jisam ko hato se chupaty hoe

Bra shoulders se neechy gir rha tha

“Bh… bhai… get the hell out from here.

Yeh sahi nahi hai aur aap yeh theek nahi kar rahe hain.”

Lekin Jibran usko paas kheench liya.

Usne usko apni taraf khinch ke tight hug kar liya.

Komal ki nangi peeth uske chest se chipak gayi thi.

Dono ki saansein ek dusre se takra rahi thi.

Komal ne usko bahut araam se kaha:

“Bh… bhai… please request kar rahi hoon…

Please bahar chali jaao… please request.”

Jibran ne usko bahut pyar se dekha aur uski forehead pe ek gehra kiss kiya.

Or face peechy lekr hont chumna chahay

Lekin Komal ne haath utha ke rok diya.

“Bas bhai… bahar jaao… dekh liya na.”

Jibran dheere se bahar ja raha tha,

Jibran just wait dosra larha tha wo set dene aya tha

Jibran Komal ko black bra panty dekr baher ajata he

Jibran abbi bahar hi nikal tha k

Sales girl ne usko dekha aur muskurate hue bola:

“Sir, please tell her to also try this.

This is the new and latest design.”

Usne ek black net bra aur black thong panty ka set uthaya aur Jibran ko diya.

Jibran turant change room ki taraf aaya aur bola beta i am coming in.

Komal ne red bra utaar chuki thi.

Ab woh sirf panty mein khadi thi.

Jab jibran andar aya to komal ka face jibran ki tarf tha

Komal ne dono haathon se apne seene ko chop diya aur bhak-bhak ke boli:

“Bh… bhai… get the hell out from here!

Yeh sahi nahi hai aur aap yeh theek nahi kar rahe hain!”

Jibran ne usko paas kheinch liya.

Usne uski nangi peeth ko apne haathon mein pakad liya aur tight hug kar liya.

Dono ki saansein ek dusre se takra rahi thi.

Komal ne uske kaan mein bahut araam se kaha:

“Bh… bhai… please request kar rahi hoon…

Please bahar chali jaao… please request…”

Jibran ne usko bahut pyar se dekha.

“Bas bhai… bahar jaao… dekh liya na…”

J. Dekhne ne aya tha

Hat ne black set

Ye dene aya tha lo try kro

K. Abi bhi dono boobs pe hat rkh k baat krhi thi

Bhai bas na choro na

J. Mere lie

K.. Axha aap bahr jao me pehan k awaz deti ho

J. Us trf face kro

Jibran black bra uthata he

Apne hato se komal ko pehnta he

Or strap lgaty hoe kamar ko zaban se chat leta he

Komal geeli already thi

Bhai ki is harkat se discharge hojati he

Sheehsay pe dono hat rkh kr jhuk jaati he

Aahhh bhaiiii

J. Tum black panty change kro

Me bahr ho

Komal red panty utarti he

Red wala set parday se hat bahr nikal k jibran ko wapsi deti he

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Phr black panty pehan k

Sir parday bahr nikal k

Slow

Bhai

Jibran dor tha

J. Wait aya

Jibran andar jakr

Komal blushing

Komal. “Bh… bhai… waisa main kaise lag rahi hoon?”

.

Jibran ne uski taraf dekha aur muskurate hue kaha:

“Aisa lag raha hai ki duniya ki sabse khubsurat pari mere saamne khadi ho.”

Komal ne usko dhaka dekr bahr nikala

Now wait me ati ho.

Komal counter pe aei black set sales girl ko dia

Us time wo red panty tissue se saaf krhi thi

Komal ko itna embarrassing feel hoa q k wo uska paani tha.

Jibran ne payment kiya aur dono bahar nikal aaye.

Shop se bahar aate hi Komal ne Jibran ko ek zor dar punch dia or phr hat zor se pakr lia:

“Tharki bhai… beharam… behaya… ganday…”

Or Jibran se dor bhag gaie

Jibran saray shopping bag lie us k peechy peechy

Peechle kuch hafton mein jo kuch hua tha, uske baad se Komal ka mood kaafi off chal raha tha. Uske dimaag mein baar-baar yahi thought aa raha tha ki shayad usne aur Jibran ne apni boundaries ko kuch zyada hi cross kar diya tha. .

Isi wajah se Komal jaan-boojhkar Jibran se thoda distance create kar rahi thi.

Lekin aaj Jibran ka behaviour bilkul alag tha.

Usne Komal ko kisi cheez ke liye pressure nahi kiya, balki uski pasand, uski comfort aur uske mood ka khayal rakhta raha. Dress, shoes, jewellery aur handbag—har jagah Jibran ka focus sirf Komal ko special feel karwane par tha.

Lingere shop ke andar bhi dheere-dheere atmosphere change hone laga tha.

Shuru mein jo Komal awkward aur nervous feel kar rahi thi, ab woh Jibran ke saath khadi hokar different designs dekh rahi thi. Jibran ka calm aur caring attitude uske andar ki hesitation ko dheere-dheere kam kar raha tha.

Komal ko suddenly realize hota hai ki pichhle kuch hafton se jo distance woh bana rahi thi, aaj us distance ko maintain karna usse utna zaroori nahi lag raha.

Jibran uski taraf dekhkar softly bolta hai—

Jibran: "Aaj tum genuinely khush lag rahi ho."

Komal dheere se smile karti hai.

Komal: "Pata nahi... shayad aaj mujhe special feel ho raha hai."

Jibran halka sa smile karta hai.

Jibran: "Good. Bas wahi toh chahta tha."

Komal kuch seconds chup rehti hai. Uski aankhon mein ab pehle wali tension nahi thi.

Phir halki si teasing smile ke saath bolti hai—

Komal: "Aapne aaj bahut zyada shopping karwa di."

Jibran: "Tumhare liye toh aur bhi kar sakta hoon."

Komal ki smile aur gehri ho jaati hai.

Komal: "Itna spoil mat karo mujhe."

Jibran bina hesitation ke jawab deta hai—

Jibran: "Late ho gaya. Already spoil kar diya."

Dono ek doosre ko dekhkar hans padte hain.

Komal phir Jibran ke paas aa kar khadi ho jaati hai. Uske andar ka woh heaviness jo kai dino se bana hua tha, aaj pehli baar genuinely kam mehsoos ho raha tha.

Jibran ne usse koi badi baat nahi kahi thi—bas usse importance di thi, uski pasand poochhi thi aur usse ye feel karaya tha ki woh deserve karti hai ki koi uska khayal rakhe.

Aur shayad isi wajah se Komal ko aaj ki shaam kuch zyada hi special lag rahi thi.

Lingere shop se bahar nikalte waqt Komal ke chehre par wohi purani, genuine smile wapas aa chuki thi. Kuch der pehle jo ladki Jibran se naraz aur awkward thi, ab usi ke saath comfortably chal rahi thi.

Jibran uski taraf dekhta hai aur smile karta hai.

Jibran: "Ab better?"

Komal uski taraf dekhkar smile karti hai.

Komal: "Much better."

Shopping mall se nikalne ke baad Jibran aur Komal dheere-dheere walk karte hue aage badh rahe the. Mall ke bilkul paas ek bada sa five-star hotel tha. Jibran achanak Komal ko usi taraf le jaata hai.

Hotel ke grand entrance ko dekhte hi Komal ruk jaati hai.

Komal: "Bhai... yahan kyun aa gaye?"

Jibran casually hotel ki taraf dekhte hue bolta hai—

Jibran: "Dinner ka time ho gaya hai. Yahin dinner karte hain."

Komal turant apne kapdon ki taraf dekhti hai. Usne simple casual outfit pehna hua tha. Phir woh hotel ki luxurious building aur entrance ko dekhti hai.

Komal: "Lekin aapne pehle batana chahiye tha na!"

Jibran: "Kyun?"

Komal: "Main casual dress mein hoon. Aise hotel mein kaise jaungi?"

Jibran confused expression deta hai.

Jibran: "Kyun nahi jaogi?"

Komal: "Bhai, dekho hotel kitna bada hai. Kitna expensive aur classy hai. Yahan log properly dressed hoke aate honge. Main aise casual kapdon mein jaungi toh bilkul ordinary lagungi."

Uski tone mein ek genuine girl-type hesitation thi. Uske liye baat sirf kapdon ki nahi thi. Usse lag raha tha ki itne luxurious place par jaate waqt uska outfit bhi us jagah ke standard ke hisaab se hona chahiye.

Komal: "Mujhe pehle pata hota toh main ready hokar aati. Aise toh mujhe andar jaane mein bhi awkward feel hoga."

Jibran uski baat sunta hai aur phir halka sa smile karta hai.

Jibran: "Tum casual pehno, ghar ke kapde pehno ya night dress pehno... tum ho hi itni pyaari ki ye sab cheezein tumse zyada important nahi ho sakti."

Komal uski taraf dekhti hai.

Komal: "Aapko bolna bahut easy hai."

Jibran: "Kyun? Main sach bol raha hoon."

Komal: "Nahi bhai. Main is dressing mein andar nahi jaungi."

Jibran usse convince karne ki koshish karta hai.

Jibran: "Kuch nahi hoga. Chalo."

Komal phir head shake karti hai.

Komal: "Nahi. Waise bhi aaj aapne already itna kharcha kar diya hai. Ab itne expensive hotel mein dinner karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai."

Jibran kuch bolne hi wala hota hai, lekin Komal pehle hi decide kar leti hai.

Komal: "Chaliye hostel ki taraf chalte hain. Raste mein kahin light sa kha lenge. Aur raat ke liye thoda parcel bhi le lenge."

Jibran: "Raat ke liye?"

Komal bilkul casually bolti hai—

Komal: "Haan. Mujhe raat ko bhook lagti hai. Phir hostel pahunchkar agar bhook lagi toh?"

Jibran hans padta hai.

Jibran: "Tumhara emergency food system kaafi strong hai."

Komal: "Hona chahiye."

Dono hotel ko wahin chhodkar hostel ki direction mein chal padte hain.

Raste mein ek achhi si casual restaurant mil jaati hai. Dono wahan baithkar dinner karte hain. Atmosphere relaxed tha, aur Komal ka mood ab completely better ho chuka tha.

Dinner ke dauran dono random topics par baatein karte rahe—holidays, exams, London mein khaali hostel, shopping aur kal ke plans.

Dinner ke baad Jibran Komal ke liye kuch food parcel bhi karwa deta hai.

Komal: "Bas, ab ye raat ke liye enough hai."

Jibran: "Good. Ab tumhe raat mein bhook lage toh mujhe call mat karna."

Komal: "Aapko karungi hi nahi."

Jibran: "Very good."

Dono hans padte hain.

J. Kal time pe ready rehna

Remember na about tomorrow

Komal gate ki taraf mudne se pehle ek baar Jibran ki taraf dekhti hai aur smile karti hai.

Komal: "Okay bhai, no issue. Jaisa aapka plan hai, aur jis tarah aapne aaj mere saath poora day spend kiya... mujhe umeed hai kal mera birthday bhi aap itna hi special banaoge."

Jibran smile karta hai.

Komal ungli uthakar teasing warning deti hai—

Komal: "Lekin ek baat yaad rakhna—keep the distance, okay? Aur koi aisi awkward harkat nahi honi chahiye jisse mujhe baad mein guilt feel ho ya bura lage. So, be in your limits."

Jibran hans padta hai.

Jibran: "Beta, control tum bhi apne aapko karke aana."

Komal hairani se uski taraf dekhti hai.

Komal: "Main? Main kyun?"

Jibran: "Kyunki pichhli do baar yaad hai? Chahe tree house ho ya us din hotel... arrangements tumne kiye the. Main tumhe kahin lekar nahi gaya tha."

Komal aankhein ghumati hai.

Jibran: "Out of control tum ho rahi thi, main nahi."

Komal: "Achha? Ab saara blame mujh par daal do."

Jibran: "Main blame nahi kar raha. Bas warning de raha hoon—kal dono apni limits mein rahenge."

Komal halki si smile karti hai.

Komal: "Theek hai. Deal."

Jibran bhi nod karta hai.

Jibran: "Mera promise. Main apni limits mein rahunga."

Komal dheere se bolti hai—

Komal: "Good. Phir kal ka birthday plan officially approved."

Dono ek doosre ko smile karke goodbye kehte hain, aur Komal hostel ke andar chali jaati hai.

Jibran kuch pal wahi khada rehta hai, phir smile karta hua apne hostel ki taraf nikal jaata hai.

 

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Update 98A

Airport par boarding se pehle Aashi ne duty-free shops ka poora faida uthaya. Kabhi perfume makeup or jewellery li and watch, ye sab khud k lie ne papa k engagement pe apne or shahid ki trf se lerhi thi.

Shahid kuch der tak chup-chaap uske peeche chalta raha, phir aakhirkaar usne bags ki taraf dekh kar kaha,

“Aapi... hum Dubai ja rahe hain ya poori London ki market shift kar rahe hain?”

Aashi ne uski taraf dekha aur hansi rokne ki koshish ki.

“Tumhein kya problem hai? Main apne paise se shopping kar rahi hoon.”

“Problem shopping se nahi hai.”

“Toh?”

“Problem ye hai ke mujhe ye sab uthana padega.”

Aashi ne foran ek aur shopping bag uske haath mein pakra diya.

“Ab ye bhi uthao.”

Shahid ne bag dekha, phir Aashi ko.

“Aapi, ye zulm hai.”

Aashi hansi.

“Chalo chup chaap.”

Shahid ne sar hilaya.

“Ji, Aapi.”

Dono ke beech ki ye choti-choti nok-jhonk kisi aur ko bilkul normal lagti.

Lekin jab Aashi ne bheed ke beech chupke se Shahid ka haath pakda, toh Shahid ke chehre par foran ek soft si smile aa gayi.

Aashi ne uski taraf dekhe baghair kaha,

“Flight mein koi drama nahi.”

“Main kab drama karta hoon?”

“Tum? Har waqt.”

“Achha?”

Aashi ne finally uski taraf dekha.

“Dubai pahunch kar especially. Tumhe pata hai na kyun ja rahe hain?”

Shahid ka expression thoda serious hua.

“Papa ki engagement.”

“Exactly.”

Aashi ne uska haath thoda aur firmly pakra.

“Tum kisi qisam ka mess create nahi karoge. Sabke saamne normal behave karna. Samjhe?”

Shahid ne dheere se kaha,

“Samajh gaya, Aapi.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Aashi ne aankhein narrow ki.

“Proper promise.”

Shahid halka sa muskuraya.

“Proper promise.”

Dono boarding ki taraf chal diye.

Flight ke baad jab Dubai ki familiar hawa aur lights nazar aayi toh Aashi ke chehre par thakan ke bawajood ek ajeeb si khushi aa gayi.

Airport se bahar nikalte hi unhein Noor nazar aa gayi.

“Aashi!”

“Chachi!”

Aashi seedha Noor ki taraf gayi aur unhein hug kar liya.

Noor ne uske baal theek karte hue kaha,

“Arre meri jaan, kitni thak gayi ho.”

Aashi ne peeche dekha.

“Chachi, aap akeli aayi hain? Papa nahi aaye?”

Noor hans padi.

“Tumhare papa aur Abid dono raat tak guests aur preparations mein lage hue thay. Subah dono ki aankh nahi khul rahi thi.”

Aashi ne surprise se kaha,

“Seriously?”

“Bilkul. Dono so rahe hain. Maine socha main hi driver ke saath aa jaati hoon.”

Phir Noor ne Shahid ke haath mein lage shopping bags dekhe.

“Ye sab kya hai?”

Shahid ne foran Aashi ki taraf dekha.

“Aapi ki shopping.”

Aashi ne usay aankhon se warning di.

“Shahid.”

Noor hansne lagi.

“Achha! Toh London jaa kar madam ne Dubai ki shopping ka bhi intezam kar liya?”

Aashi ne innocent face banaya.

“Chachi, thodi si hai. Or mera kuch ne papa ki engagement k lie laie ho upar se time bbi ne mila pese bhi kam thy niklaty time Komal se pese lie ab jakr me use return krogi”

Noor. Koe need nahi me de dogi use

Wese London jakr pori hawa lag gaie he

Ye jeans tshirt

Ashi. Chachi proper dress he dekhlo body nahi dekh rhi

Ha jeans tshirt he but body show off ne horhi he

Noor. Wese Komal ko toe hawa ne lagi waha ki

Shahid achanak bola

Ne ne chachi, wo to hmari perfect behan G hen

Noor muskurate hue boli,

“Chalo, pehle ghar chalte hain. Phir aaram se baatein karenge.”

Ghar pahunchte-pahunchte subha pori ho chuki thi

Noor ne dono ke liye bahar se breakfast arrange kar diya.

Table par baithte hi Aashi ne finally relaxed breath li.

“Yaar, ghar aake kitna acha lag raha hai.”

Noor ne pyaar se kaha,

“Bas kuch din ke liye aaye ho, phir wapas.”

Aashi ne halka sa smile kiya.

“Dekhenge.”

Shahid chup-chaap breakfast kar raha tha.

Noor ne uski taraf dekha.

“Tum bhi bohot chup ho.”

Shahid ne normal tone mein jawab diya,

“Thak gaya hoon, Chachi.”

Aashi ne uski taraf dekha.

Usse pata tha Shahid sirf travel se tired nahi tha.

Uske dimagh mein wohi baat chal rahi thi jo flight mein un dono ke darmiyan hui thi.

Aaj se kuch hi der baad ghar mein engagement ke guests aane wale thay.

Aur uske saamne Shahid ko apne emotions control karne thay.

Ghar mein already kaafi arrangements ho chuke thay.

Noor aur Abid ek room me thay

Saa'd apne room mein so raha tha.

Hall me engagement ka proper arrangements fairy lights or normal decorations ho chuki thi

Aur phir Aashi ko pata chala ke uska aur Shahid ka room ek hi hai.

Aashi kuch seconds tak doorway par khadi rahi.

“Seriously?”

Shahid ne peeche se poocha,

“Kya hua, Aapi?”

Aashi ne room ki taraf ishara kiya.

“Hum dono yahan?”

Shahid ne room dekha.

Phir Aashi ko.

“Lagta hai. Ek room me chacha chachi he to hme share hi krna prega”

Aashi ne aankhein band kar ke ek long breath li.

“Great, or usk galay me haat daal k chal aja bht time se tere sath chipak k soe nahi ho”

Shahid ne smile suppress karte hue kaha,

“Aapi, relax.”

“Tum relax raho. Mujhe pata hai tumhare dimaagh mein kya chal raha hai.”

Shahid ne innocent banne ki koshish ki.

“Kuch bhi nahi.”

“Good.”

Aashi ne uski taraf ungli uthai.

“Yaad hai na hamari deal?”

Shahid ka expression instantly soft ho gaya.

“Yaad hai.”

Aashi ne dheere se kaha,

“Abhi engagement hai. Pehle family. Pehle sab kuch smoothly.”

Shahid ne sar hila diya.

“Jo aap kahengi.”

Aashi ki aankhon mein ek choti si smile aa gayi.

“Good.”

Shaam tak ghar ka mahaul bilkul badal gaya.

Guest me koe ne tha

Sirf Bride ki Family

Living area mein conversations, laughter aur greetings ka silsila shuru ho gaya.

Noor aur Abid guests ko welcome kar rahe thay.

Saa'd bhi ready hokar aa gaya.

Aashi aur Shahid bhi aa gaye.

Aashi ne ek nazar poore room par daali.

Sab kuch bilkul formal tha.

Family gathering.

Lekin Aashi ke liye ye gathering ek aur wajah se complicated thi.

Aaj woh pehli baar us ladki ko dekhne wali thi jisse uske father ki engagement honi thi.

Kuch hi der baad main door khula.

Noor ne foran kaha,

“Lagta hai Alishba aa gayi.”

Saad ki honay wali biwi

Shahid or Aashi ki step mom

Name. Alishba

Age. 30 Years

Aashi ki nazar door ki taraf uth gayi.

Alishba apni mother ke saath andar aayi.

Alishba thirty years ki thi, composed aur mature personality wali.

Uski mother uske saath thi, jabke Germany mein rehne wale uske siblings video call par already connected thay.

Phone ek taraf rakha gaya tha aur screen par Germany se family continuously unke saath thi.

Greetings ka silsila shuru hua.

Saa'd aage badha aur Alishba aur uski mother ka warmly welcome kiya.

Noor ne Aashi ko dheere se dekha.

“Aashi, beta, idhar aao.”

Aashi aage badhi.

Shahid bhi uske peeche tha.

Alishba ki mother ne pyaar se Aashi ko dekha.

“Tum Aashi ho?”

Aashi ne politely smile ki.

“Ji.”

“Bohot suna hai tumhare baare mein. Or wo chotay sahab zaday kaha hen”

Aashi ne halka sa smile kiya.

“Achha?”

Shahid. Ji me Shahid ho.

“Exams kaise hue?”

“Ache.”

Aashi side par khadi sab sun rahi thi.

Shahid ne ek second ke liye uski taraf dekha.

Aashi ki aankhon mein wohi silent warning thi.

Behave.

Shahid ne barely noticeable smile ke saath aankhon se jawab diya.

I remember.

Aashi ne ek pal ke liye apne father ki taraf dekha.

Saa'd door khade sabko observe kar rahe thay.

Room mein log baatein kar rahe thay.

Germany se Alishba ke siblings video call par questions kar rahe thay.

Noor arrangements dekh rahi thi.

Abid guests ke saath baat kar raha tha.

Saa'd Alishba ki mother ke saath engaged tha.

Aur Aashi aur Shahid chup.hokr sab ko dekh rhy thy...

Living room mein ab sab comfortably settle ho chuke thay.

Aashi ek side par baithi thi aur Shahid uske thoda distance par. Dono jaan-boojh kar bilkul normal behave kar rahe thay.

Noor ki nazar kab se Alishba par thi.

Aakhir Noor ne muskurate hue baat shuru ki.

“Alishba, tumhare baare mein thoda batao. Germany mein family hai?”

Alishba ne politely smile ki.

“Ji Bhabhi. Meri mother mere saath hain. Mere bhai aur bhabhi Germany mein rehte hain. Unke bachay bhi hain.”

Noor ne foran phone screen ki taraf dekha.

“Achha, toh ye jo bachay peeche shor kar rahe hain, ye wahi hain?

Video call par bachon ki awaazein sunai de rahi thi.

Alishba hans padi.

“Ji, wohi hain. Inko pata chala ke main Dubai aa rahi hoon toh inhone video call chhorni hi nahi.”

Germany se uska bhai hans kar bola,

“Ammi, aap inko bata dein ke hum sirf check kar rahe hain ke sab kuch theek chal raha hai.”

Abid ne mazaak mein kaha,

“Beta, tum Germany se investigation kar rahe ho?”

Sab hans pade.

Noor bhi hansi.

“Achha chalo, ye toh samajh aa gaya ke family protective hai.”

Phir Noor ne Saa'd ki taraf dekha.

“Lekin bhai... ek baat batao.”

Saa'd ne eyebrow raise ki.

“Kya?”

Noor ne Alishba ki taraf dekha, phir Saa'd ki taraf.

“Ye itni khoobsurat ladki tumhein mili kahan se?”

Room mein halki si hansi phail gayi.

Saa'd ne thoda embarrassed hote hue kaha,

“bhabhi, tum bhi na...”

Abhi Saa'd kuch aur kehte ke Alishba ki mother ne baat sambhal li.

“Actually isay proper love marriage bhi nahi keh sakte.”

Noor ne interest se poocha,

“Toh phir?”

“Arranged samajh lein.”

Alishba ki mother ne calmly explain kiya.

“Hum log neighbors hain. Kaafi saalon se ek doosre ko jaante hain. Saa'd ki wife Sameera ke inteqal ke baad woh akelay thay... aur Alishba ki bhi shaadi zyada arsa nahi chal saki.”

Room ka mahaul ek pal ke liye serious ho gaya.

Alishba ne bilkul composed expression ke saath apni mother ki taraf dekha.

Unki mother ne dheere se kaha,

“Uski young age mein divorce ho gayi thi. Ye sari details Alishba already Saa'd ko bata chuki hai. Agar aap log chahein toh main dobara sab explain kar sakti hoon.”

Noor ne foran apna haath halka sa wave kiya.

“Nahi, nahi. Agar Saa'd ko sab pata hai aur unhein koi objection nahi hai, toh humein further details poochne ki zaroorat nahi.”

Phir Noor ki nazar Aashi par gayi.

“Haan, agar Aashi kuch poochna chahe toh woh Alishba se directly pooch sakti hai.”

Alishba ne foran Aashi ki taraf dekha.

“Bilkul beta. Agar tumhare mind mein koi bhi question hai, tum mujhse pooch sakti ho.”

Aashi kuch seconds chup rahi.

Usne pehle apne father ko dekha.

Us waqt Saa'd ki awaaz room mein goonji.

"Aashi."

Aashi ne foran palat kar dekha.

"Ji, Papa?"

"Idhar aao beta."

Aashi Shahid ke saath aage badhi.

Saa'd ne dono ko Alishba aur uski mother ke paas bulaya.

"Main chahta hoon tum dono Alishba ko thoda properly jaanno. Aakhir ab ye bhi family ka hissa banne wali hain."

Aashi ne ek polite smile ke saath kaha,

"Of course, Papa."

Alishba ne Aashi ki taraf dekha.

"Actually main bhi tum dono se baat karna chahti thi."

Shahid ne politely kaha,

"Ji."

Alishba smiled.

"Sabse pehle ek request."

Aashi ne curious expression se poocha,

"Kya?"

"Please mujhe 'Aunty' mat kehna."

Shahid ki eyebrows uth gayin.

Aashi ne bhi surprise se dekha.

Alishba hans kar boli,

"Main sirf thirty ki hoon. Aunty sun kar mujhe lagta hai main bohot old ho gayi."

Aashi ke chehre par genuine smile aa gayi.

"Phir kya bulaun?"

"Jo comfortable ho. Alishba bhi keh sakti ho."

Aashi ne softly kaha,

"Okay... Alishba."

Alishba ne smile ki.

"Perfect."

Shahid ne halka sa sar hilaya.

"Done."

Aashi ne Shahid ko dekha.

"Tum bhi?"

"Ji, main bhi."

Alishba ki mother unki conversation sun kar muskura rahi thi.

Saa'd bhi relaxed nazar aa rahe thay.

Aashi ne ek pal ke liye apne father ko dekha.

Unke chehre par woh tension ab pehle se kam thi.

Aur shayad Aashi ko bhi pehli baar mehsoos hua ke ye sirf ek engagement nahi thi.

Ye unki family ki zindagi mein ek naya chapter tha.

Ek aisa chapter jisme sabko apni jagah dobara samajhni thi.

Aur Aashi ke liye sabse important baat ye thi ke uske father khush nazar aa rahe thay.

Usne chupke se Shahid ki taraf dekha.

Shahid already uski taraf dekh raha tha.

Aashi ne aankhon hi aankhon mein poocha,

"Kya?"

Shahid ne halki si smile ke saath sirf itna kaha,

"Nothing."

Aashi samajh gayi.

Woh bhi halki si muskurayi.

Noor ne phr pocha bacho phr Alishba se kuch pochna he to skon se pocho jo dil aie

hum sab yahi he

or comfortable hona he to andar room me chle jao

Phir Aashi ne kaha,

“Nahi. Jab Papa ko sab kuch pata hai aur unhone okay kar diya hai, toh mujhe bhi koi objection nahi hai.”

Phir usne casually Shahid ki taraf dekha.

“Shahid?”

Shahid ne apna glass table par rakha aur bilkul matter-of-fact tone mein kaha,

“No issue from my end also. Carry on.”

Ek second ke liye silence hua.

Phir Abid zor se hans pada.

“Wah! Approval committee complete ho gayi.”

Noor ne hansi ke saath kaha,

“Bas, ab dono bachon se permission bhi le li gayi.”

Aashi ne smile karte hue kaha,

“Chachi, main bas keh rahi hoon ke Papa khush hain toh main bhi khush hoon.”

Shahid ne halka sa nod kiya.

“Same.”

Saa'd ne dono ko dekha aur unke chehre par satisfaction tha.

“Bas mujhe bhi yahi chahiye ke ghar mein sab khush hon.”

Phir dono ne dobara family ki taraf dekha.

Engagement ki preparations almost complete thi.

Thodi der baad atmosphere phir se light ho gaya.

Tea aur snacks serve hue.

Germany wali video call abhi bhi chal rahi thi.

Alishba ka bhai baar-baar screen ke through instructions de raha tha.

“Ring ceremony miss mat karna. Camera stable rakhna.”

Abid ne mazaak kiya,

“Beta, tum Germany mein ho. Tumhara kaam sirf video call par commentary karna hai.”

“Bhai Sahb, commentary bhi important hoti hai.”

Sab hans pade.

Phir engagement rings lai gayin.

Saa'd aur Alishba saamne baithay.

Room mein conversations dheere-dheere band ho gayin.

Noor ne muskurate hue kaha,

“Chalo, shro karo.”

Saa'd ne ring uthai.

Alishba ne apna haath aage kiya.

Ek simple si smile ke saath Saa'd ne ring uski ungli mein pehna di.

Sabne clap kiya.

Germany se video call par bhi cheers ki awaaz aayi.

Phir Alishba ne Saa'd ko ring pehnayi.

Aashi ke chehre par genuine smile thi.

Usne apne father ko dekha.

Kaafi arse baad uske chehre par woh sukoon nazar aa raha tha jo Aashi ne shayad expect bhi nahi kiya tha.

Shahid ne quietly Aashi ki taraf dekha.

Aashi ne bas ek choti si smile ke saath uski taraf dekha.

No words.

Sirf ek silent understanding.

Ring ceremony ke baad Abid ne suddenly serious expression banaya.

“Achha, ab asli sawal.”

Saa'd ne uski taraf dekha.

“Kya?”

“Engagement ho gayi. Ab shaadi kab?”

Noor ne foran kaha,

“Bilkul! Ye baat toh humne discuss hi nahi ki.”

Alishba ki mother ne muskurate hue kaha,

“Humne abhi exact date decide nahi ki.”

Germany se Alishba ka bhai turant bola,

“Main ek suggestion doon?”

Sabne phone ki taraf dekha.

“Bilkul,” Saa'd ne kaha.

“Six months baad ka time rakh lete hain.”

Abid ne poocha,

“Six months?”

“Ji. Tab bachon ki school holidays bhi hongi. Main family ke saath properly aa sakunga. Leave bhi us waqt lena easier hoga. Agar abhi date rakhi toh main sirf kuch din ke liye aa paunga.”

Alishba ne apne bhai ki baat sun kar nod kiya.

“Mujhe theek lagta hai.”

Saa'd ne bhi kaha,

“Mujhe bhi koi problem nahi.”

Noor ne Aashi aur Shahid ki taraf dekha.

“Tum dono ka semester kab khatam hota hai?”

Aashi ne calculate karte hue kaha,

“Six months baad tak hamara next semester bhi complete ho jayega.”

Shahid ne bhi agree kiya.

“Yeah, that actually works better.”

Aashi ne nod kiya.

“Exactly. Us waqt exams ka bhi issue nahi hoga.”

Abid ne haath uthaya.

“Toh phir decide?”

Saa'd ne Alishba ki taraf dekha.

Alishba ne smile ke saath haan mein sar hila diya.

“Decide.”

Noor ke chehre par khushi aa gayi

“Bas phir! All done, shadi me hum bhi Jibran or Komal. K sath aiegey.”

Sabne ek doosre ko mubarak di.

Germany se video call par bhi congratulations ka silsila shuru ho gaya.

Aashi ne apne father ko dekha.

Phir Alishba ko.

Aur uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha.

Sab kuch surprisingly simple tareeqe se settle ho gaya tha.

Saa'd ki engagement ho chuki thi.

Shaadi ki date ka plan bhi almost final tha.

Aashi ne ek pal ke liye Shahid ki taraf dekha.

Shahid ne bhi uski aankhon mein dekha.

Dono ke darmiyan ek silent thought pass hua.

Program khatam hone ke baad Saa'd ne sabko dinner ke liye bahar le jaane ka plan bana liya.

Ghar mein sirf refreshments ka arrangement tha, isliye sab ne mil kar nearby restaurant mein dinner kiya.

Dinner ka mahaul bhi kaafi relaxed raha.

Alishba ki family aur Saa'd ki family pehle se hi ek doosre ko jaanti thi. Ghar bhi aas-paas hi thay, isliye dinner ke baad sab apni-apni gaariyon mein wapas ghar aa gaye.

Raat kaafi ho chuki thi.

Ghar ke bahar sab kuch der ke liye dobara ruk gaye.

Alishba ne sabko individually hug karke goodbye kaha.

Pehle Noor, phir Saa'd.

Phir usne Aashi aur Shahid ki taraf dekha.

"Good night. Bohot acha laga aaj sabke saath."

Aashi ne smile ke saath usse hug kiya.

"Good night, Alishba."

Phir Alishba Shahid ki taraf mud gayi.

"Good night, Shahid."

Shahid ne bhi bilkul naturally aur warmly usse hug karke kaha,

"Good night. Take care."

Alishba ne muskurate hue kaha,

"Kal milte hain."

Shahid ne halka sa sar hilaya.

"Sure."

Aashi bilkul paas khari ye sab dekh rahi thi.

Uska expression normal tha...

Lekin uski nazar kuch zyada hi der tak Shahid par ruki hui thi.

Shahid ne uski taraf dekha.

Aashi ne foran nazar hata li.

Alishba apni family ke saath apne ghar ki taraf chali gayi.

Saa'd bhi Noor, Abid, Aashi aur Shahid ke saath apne ghar ki taraf badh gaye.

Ghar mein enter hote hi sabne ek doosre ko dobara congratulations di.

Noor ne khushi se kaha,

"Alhamdulillah, aaj ka din bohot acha guzra."

Abid ne bhi smile ki.

"Bilkul. Sab kuch bohot smoothly ho gaya."

Saa'd ke chehre par thakan ke bawajood satisfaction tha.

"Thank you sabka."

Aashi ne apne father ko hug kiya.

"Congratulations, Papa."

Saa'd ne pyaar se uske sar par haath rakha.

"Thank you, beta."

Thodi der baad sab apne-apne rooms ki taraf chale gaye.

Noor aur Abid apne room mein.

Saa'd apne room mein.

Aur Aashi aur Shahid apne shared room ki taraf.

Door band hua.

Lock laga.

Aashi ne jaise hi palat kar Shahid ko dekha, uske chehre ka expression bilkul badal gaya.

Shahid ne foran samajh liya.

"Aapi..."

Aashi seedha uske paas gayi aur uske dono kaan pakad liye.

"Ouch! Aapi!"

"Tumhe bohot maza aa raha tha na?"

"Kis cheez ka?"

"Alishba ke saath itna chipakne ka!"

Shahid ne apne kaan chhudane ki koshish ki.

"Aapi, maine kya kiya?"

Aashi ne aankhein narrow kar di.

"Mujhe tumhari niyyat theek nahi lagi."

Shahid ne hairani se uski taraf dekha.

"Meri niyyat?"

"Haan, tumhari niyyat."

"Aapi, woh hone wali step-mom hain. Unhone sabko hug kiya tha."

"Sabko kiya tha, lekin tumhara hug kuch zyada hi warm tha."

Shahid ne disbelief mein uski taraf dekha.

"Aap serious hain?"

"Bilkul."

"Aapi, aap galat soch rahi hain."

Aashi ne kaan chhorte hue kaha,

"Achha?"

"Ji."

"Toh phir itni khushi kis baat ki thi?"

Shahid ne sigh kiya.

"Khushi nahi thi. Normal goodbye tha."

Aashi ab bhi unconvinced thi.

"Really?"

"Really."

Aashi ne arms fold kar liye.

"Mujhe bilkul pasand nahi aaya."

Shahid kuch seconds usse dekhta raha.

Phir bina kuch kahe aage badha aur Aashi ko ek simple, reassuring hug kar liya.

Aashi ek pal ke liye bilkul chup ho gayi.

Shahid ne dheere se kaha,

"Aap galat soch rahi hain."

Aashi ne uski baat suni.

"Main aisa kuch nahi soch raha tha."

Phir woh halka sa peeche hua.

"Shayad aapko aisa feel hua ho."

Aashi ne uski aankhon mein dekha.

"Tum mujhe bewakoof samajhte ho?"

"Nahi."

"Toh?"

"Bas itna keh raha hoon ke aap mujh par trust karein."

Aashi ka expression dheere-dheere soften hua.

Kuch seconds tak dono chup rahe.

Phir Aashi ne halki awaaz mein kaha,

"Main trust karti hoon."

Shahid ne smile ki.

"Phir?"

"Phir bhi..."

"Phir bhi kya?"

Aashi ne nazar chura kar kaha,

"Mujhe achha nahi laga."

Shahid ki smile aur gehri ho gayi.

"Aap jealous ho rahi thi?"

Aashi ne foran uski taraf dekha.

"Bilkul nahi."

"Thodi si?"

"Nahi."

"Bahut zyada?"

Aashi ne cushion uthaya aur uski taraf kar diya.

"Shahid!"

Shahid hans pada.

"Okay, okay. Kuch nahi keh raha."

Aashi ne cushion wapas bed par rakha.

"Bas yaad rakhna... family mein sabko respect dena. Lekin mujhe pata hona chahiye tum kis ke saath kitne comfortable ho."

Shahid ne calmly kaha,

"Samajh gaya."

Aashi ne ek pal ke liye usse dekha.

Phir dheere se boli,

"Good."

Room mein dobara khamoshi chha gayi.

Bahar ghar bilkul quiet ho chuka tha.

Aaj ka din khatam ho gaya tha.

Lekin Aashi ke dimaagh mein ek choti si baat abhi bhi ghoom rahi thi—

Shahid ka Alishba ko hug karna.

Aur shayad Shahid ko bhi ab samajh aa gaya tha ke Aashi ki protective nature ke peeche sirf gussa nahi...

Uski apni ek emotional attachment bhi thi

Aashi kuch der tak bilkul khamosh khari Shahid ko dekhti rahi.

Shahid bhi chup tha.

Dono ke darmiyan kuch seconds tak sirf khamoshi thi.

Phir unki aankhein mili.

Aashi ki aankhon mein abhi kuch der pehle wali narazgi nahi thi. Uski jagah ek soft si warmth aa gayi thi

Shahid ne dheere se poocha,

"Kya hua?"

Aashi ne koi jawab nahi diya.

Bas ek choti si smile ke saath uski taraf ek qadam badhaya.

Shahid usse dekhta raha.

Aashi ne apna haath uthaya aur bohot pyaar se uske gaal par rakh diya.

Shahid bilkul still ho gaya.

Aashi ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue dheere se kaha,

"Bas... ab mujhe tum par yaqeen hai."

Shahid ke chehre par halki si smile aayi.

"Good."

Aashi kuch lamhe usse dekhti rahi.

Phir usne jhuk kar uske honton par ek chhota sa, pyaar bhara kiss kiya aur foran peeche hat gayi.

Shahid kuch seconds tak usi jagah khara raha, jaise achanak hui is affection ko process kar raha ho

Aashi ne uski taraf dekha aur halki si smile di.

"Good night."

Shahid ne bhi muskurate hue kaha,

"Good night."

 

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Update 98B

Agli shaam Aashi aur Shahid ghar se bahar walk kar rahe thay.

Dubai ki halki garam hawa chal rahi thi. Dono side by side chal rahe thay, lekin Aashi ke zehan mein kuch chal raha tha.

Aakhir usne Shahid ka haath pakar liya.

“Shahid.”

“Hm, Aapi?”

“Tumhein tumhari doctor yaad hai?”

Shahid ke chehre par halki si smile aa gayi.

“Usko kaise bhool sakta hoon? Achhi tarah yaad hai.”

Aashi ne seedha kaha,

“Toh chalo uske paas.”

Shahid ne hairani se uski taraf dekha.

“Abhi?”

“Haan, abhi.”

“Aapi, appointment hai?”

“Nahi.”

“Phir?”

“Hospital jaayenge. Agar appointment na mili toh wait karenge.”

Shahid ne sigh kiya.

“Lekin mujhe pata toh chale kyun?”

Aashi ruk gayi.

“Tumhari early-ejaculation wali complaint ke liye.”

Shahid thoda awkward ho gaya.

“Aapi...”

“Shahid, seriously. Main mazaak nahi kar rahi.”

Woh uske saamne khadi ho gayi.

“Six months baad Papa ki wedding hai. Aur tum jaante ho ke uske baad hamare liye bhi bohot important waqt hoga.”

Shahid ne dheere se nod kiya.

“I know.”

Aashi ne uska haath pakra.

“Main mentally aur emotionally ready hoon. Lekin main chahti hoon ke tum apni problem ko ignore na karo. Agar treatment ki zaroorat hai toh abhi se start karo.”

Shahid ne uski aankhon mein dekha.

“Apko itni tension hai?”

“Of course hai. I am going to give you my virginty”

Aashi ki awaaz soft ho gayi.

“Main chahti hoon ke jab woh waqt aaye toh hum dono relaxed hon. Tum anxious na ho aur mujhe bhi koi unnecessary worry na ho.”

Shahid ne halka sa smile kiya.

“Okay. Doctor ke paas chalte hain.”

Aashi ne satisfied hokar kaha,

“Good.”

Dono ne road se taxi li.

“Hospital,” Aashi ne driver se kaha.

Hospital pahunch kar Shahid reception par gaya.

“Doctor se milna hai. Appointment nahi mila tha.”

Receptionist ne computer check kiya.

“I'm sorry. Doctor's appointments are completely full today.”

Shahid ne Aashi ki taraf dekha.

“Ab?”

Aashi ne calmly kaha,

“Hum wait karenge.”

“Aapi...”

“Wait.”

Dono waiting area mein baith gaye.

Waqt guzarta raha.

Shahid baar-baar clock dekhta raha.

“Aapi, hum kaafi der se baithe hain.”

Aashi ne phone se nazar uthaye baghair kaha,

“Pata hai.”

“Phir bhi?”

“Haan.”

Aakhir doctor apne office se bahar nikli.

Shahid foran khada hua.

“Hi, Doctor.”

Doctor ruk gayi.

“Shahid?”

“Yeah.”

Doctor ne usay dekhty hi pehchan gaie

“Kaafi months ho gaye.”

Shahid ne smile ki.

“I know. Main kuch din ke liye Dubai mein hoon. Appointment lene ki koshish ki thi, lekin slot nahi mila.”

Doctor ki nazar Aashi par gayi.

“And you are?”

“Aashi.”

Shahid. She is my girlfriend

Doctor ne dono ko dekha.

“Come inside.”

Doctor ne Shahid ki file kholi.

“Your previous complaint was premature ejaculation?”

Shahid ne nod kiya.

“Yes.”

“Is it still happening?”

“Sometimes.”

Doctor ne detailed medical history lena shuru ki.

Symptoms kab se thay, kitni frequently hotay thay, stress level kya tha, sleep routine kaisa tha, koi medication chal rahi thi ya nahi, aur pehle koi treatment try kiya tha ya nahi.

Aashi quietly sun rahi thi.

Phir usne kaha,

“Doctor, main chahti hoon ke iska proper check-up ho. Main nahi chahti ke ye issue ignore ho.”

Doctor ne professional tone mein kaha,

“That's reasonable. Premature ejaculation ke multiple causes ho sakte hain, aur treatment individual case par depend karta hai.”

Aashi ne nod kiya.

“Main bas chahti hoon ke jo bhi medically zaroori hai woh check ho.”

Doctor ne Shahid ki taraf dekha.

“Based on your history, I may recommend a physical examination as well.”

Shahid thoda uncomfortable hua.

“Physical examination?”

“Yes. Agar indicated ho toh genital examination bhi kiya ja sakta hai. Main pehle har step explain karungi, aur tumhari consent ke baad hi examination hoga.”

Shahid ne kuch seconds socha.

“Okay.”

Doctor ne Aashi ki taraf dekha.

“Physical examination private hoga.”

Aashi May I see

What examination your are doing

“Of course.”

Doctor ne Shahid ko private examination ke liye prepare kiya.

Examination purely clinical tha—doctor ne external genital area ko medically assess kiya aur kisi visible abnormality, tenderness ya doosri physical concern ko rule out kiya. Kisi bhi measurement ko erotic context mein nahi liya gaya; doctor ne sirf wohi cheezein assess ki jo diagnosis ke liye medically relevant thin.

Ashi sab dekh rhi thi yehi sochty hoe shahid ka loda khada hona shro hogaya doctor k hat me

Doctor smiled and said

Ashi ko dekh kr

His size increased and much better than previous

Doctor ne apni notes dekhin.

“Good. Abhi panic karne ki koi zaroorat nahi.”

Shahid ne poocha,

“So it's treatable?”

“Ji. Bohot cases mein improvement hoti hai & you have improved a last from last medication”

Aashi ne foran poocha,

“Medicine? Kya medicine change krni ki need he”

Doctor ne calmly kaha,

“Medicine sirf zaroorat aur assessment ke basis par. Main bina reason ke koi medication prescribe nahi karungi, follow as same as previous”

Phir doctor ne Shahid ki taraf dekha.

“Tumhein jo instructions milengi unhein consistently follow karna. Sleep improve karo, stress manage karo, aur agar treatment ya exercises recommend ki jayein toh regular raho.”

“Okay.”

“Random medicines ya internet se kuch lena avoid karna.”

Shahid ne nod kiya.

“I will.”

Ashi. We will be in London

So can you please prescribed again for pharmacy.

Doctor smiled.

“Pressure mat lena. Goal sirf performance nahi hai—healthy, comfortable aur mutually satisfying relationship hona bhi important hai.”

Aashi ke chehre par soft smile aa gayi.

“Exactly.”

Doctor ne halka sa smile kiya.

Doctor Ashi se.

May I asked you some questions.

Ashi. Yes why not

Doc. Are you virgin

Ashi. Yes

Ye ab kuch kar hi ne paya islie virgin ho

Doctor. Shahid ko dekh kar

Isko kabhi naraz na karna

Buhat achi girlfriend he tumhari

Normally girls first case me hi back hojati he means breakup

Or ye itnay time se tumhre perfect honay ka wait krhi he

Ashi just remember be care full when you both attempt your first q k kafi baar cases me after treatment male partner mr perfect k sath sath powerful bhi hojata he

So if any injury preshan mat hona kuch guidance de rhi ho follow krlena

“Then follow the plan and come for follow-up if symptoms persist.”

Shahid ne kaha,

“Thank you, Doctor.”

Hospital se bahar nikalte hi Aashi ne Shahid ka haath pakar liya.

“Ab toh satisfied ho?”

Shahid ne smile ki.

“Ab toh aap satisfied hain?”

Aashi ne uski taraf dekha.

“Abhi?”

Woh thoda qareeb aayi.

“Abhi toh sirf doctor ne check kiya hai.”

Shahid ne eyebrow raise ki.

“Toh?”

Aashi ne shararti si smile ke saath kaha,

“Asli jawab toh tab milega jab Papa ki wedding ke baad hum apni raat me humari raat start karenge.”

Shahid chup ho gaya.

Aashi ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha,

“Tab pata chalega tum mujhe kitna satisfy karte ho.”

Shahid hans diya.

“Aapi, aap mujhe tease karne ka koi chance nahi chhorti.”

Aashi ne uska haath squeeze kiya.

“Bas tum doctor ki saari instructions follow karo.”

Shahid ne smile karte hue kaha,

“Promise.”

Aashi ne uski aankhon mein dekha.

“Good. Kyunki main chahti hoon ke jab woh waqt aaye, tum confident ho aur hum dono us moment ko bina kisi tension ke enjoy karein.”

Shahid ne softly kaha,

“Main bhi.”

Dono haath pakde hue taxi ki taraf chal diye.

Unke darmiyan ab bhi wohi secret tha—aur saamne poore six months thay, jismein Shahid ko apni health par kaam karna tha aur Aashi ko apne dil mein us din ka intezar.

Aashi ne prescription haath mein lete hue Shahid ki taraf dekha aur halki si muskurayi.

“Shahid, ye medicine aur prescription main apne paas rakhungi.”

Shahid ne hairani se poocha,

“Kyoon?”

Aashi ne teasing smile ke saath kaha,

“Kyuki tum phir se bhool jaoge. Main ensure karungi ke tum time par medicine lo aur doctor ki saari instructions follow karo.”

Shahid ne sar hila kar kaha,

“Okay, Aapi. Aap rakh lo.”

Aashi ne prescription carefully apne bag mein rakh li.

“Good. Ab koi bahana nahi.”

Bilkul—first-time intimacy ko romantic, emotional aur non-explicit style mein likh sakta hoon, jahan focus trust, nervousness, consent aur closeness par ho.

Shahid ne dheere se poocha,

“Aapi... nervous ho?”

Aashi ne halki si smile ke saath uski taraf dekha.

“Thodi.”

“Main bhi.”

Aashi ne uska haath apne haath mein le liya.

“Shahid, mujhe bas ek cheez chahiye.”

“Kya?”

“Ke hum kisi bhi cheez mein jaldi na karein. Jo bhi ho, dono ki marzi aur comfort se ho.”

Shahid ne uski aankhon mein dekh kar kaha,

“Aapi we have 06 months.”

Aashi ne dheere se kaha,

“Ye hamari first time hai... isliye main chahti hoon ke mujhe tumhare saath safe aur loved feel ho.”

Shahid ne uska haath gently squeeze kiya.

“Aap hamesha safe ho mere saath, bas jab mere sath hoa kro to ab bari honay ki waja se apna aggressive attitude thoda kam kro.”

Aashi. Ok i will try

Shahid. Chlaty chltay gal pe kiss dedi

Aashi ki aankhon mein softness aa gayi.

“Thank you.”

Kuch pal dono bas ek doosre ko dekhte rahe.

Phir Aashi ne nervous hansi ke saath kaha,

“Tum bhi itne nervous ho?”

Shahid muskura diya.

“Aap mere saamne ho... toh obviously.”

Aashi hans padi.

“Achha?”

“Haan.”

Woh dheere se uske qareeb aayi.

“Phir ab ss hum dono bas ek doosre par trust karenge, or Alishba k close hota na dekho”

Shahid ne sar hila diya.

“Together and noted”

Aashi ne uske kandhe par sar rakh diya.

Aur us lamhe mein dono ko samajh aa gaya ke unke liye ye sirf ek physical moment nahi tha—ye unke rishte ki ek nayi beginning thi.

 

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Update 99

Shaam ka waqt ho chuka tha.

Komal ko pata tha ke thori der mein Bhai usay lene aane wala hai, is liye usne sab se pehle fresh hone ka decide kiya.

Woh bathroom mein gayi aur Jibran ke laaye hue naye toiletries mein se aaj pehli baar sab kuch use kiya.

Naya body wash, naya shampoo aur naya conditioner — har cheez ki apni alag fresh fragrance thi. Jibran ne uske liye almost har zaroori cheez kal le kar di thi., already sab tha but aaj bhai ki di hoe new stuff use kia.

Shower ke baad Komal bahar aayi. Baalon se shampoo aur conditioner ki halki si khushboo aa rahi thi. Usne apne baal achi tarah dry kiye aur phir wardrobe ke saamne khari ho kar apni dress check karne lagi.

Aaj ke liye Jibran ne jo nayi dress di thi, woh Komal ke liye bilkul special thi.

Usne apne aap ko sheeshay k samny dekha

Nanga jisam tapkta paani

Or khushbo

Dont worry bhai aaj kuch nahi mile ga

Ready hone se pehle usne ek comfortable, full-length fitted inner layer pehni jo shoulders se ankles tak covered thi. Uske upar Jibran ki di hui nayi dress pehni. Phir usne apna dupatta carefully set kiya.

Mirror ke saamne kharay ho kar Komal ne apna makeup complete kiya — soft makeup, neatly styled hair aur halka sa lipstick. Kuch der woh khud ko mirror mein dekhti rahi.

Uske chehre par ek choti si smile aa gayi.

Komal (dil mein):

“Pata nahi Bhai mujhe dekh kar kya kahega…”

Usne phone uthaya aur Jibran ko text kiya:

Komal:

“Ready ho gayi hoon.

Aap kahan ho?”

Kuch hi der baad Jibran ka short sa reply aaya:

Jibran:

“On the way.”

Komal ne phone side par rakha aur ek baar phir apna dupatta aur dress check ki.

Thori der baad phone ring hua.

Jibran calling…

Komal ne call receive ki.

Jibran:

“Waiting outside. Aao bahar.”

Komal ke chehre par foran excitement aa gayi.

Komal:

“Okay, aa rahi hoon.”

Woh apna phone aur zaroori cheezen lekar room se bahar nikal gayi.

Komal hostel se bahar nikli. Shaam ka waqt tha aur hostel ke aas-paas zyada rush nahi tha. Sirf kuch staff members aur chand senior students apni routine mein busy thay.

Jibran thori door khara uska intezar kar raha tha.

Jaise hi uski nazar Komal par pari, woh kuch pal ke liye bilkul still ho gaya. Har baar jab Komal ready hokar uski taraf aati thi, Jibran ko aisa hi lagta tha jaise woh usay pehli baar dekh raha ho.

Jibran (dil mein):

“meri pyari komal mere dil ki raani.”

Komal dheere-dheere uski taraf aa rahi thi. Jibran ki nazar us par hi thi aur jaise-jaise woh kareeb aati gayi, uski aankhon mein surprise aur admiration dono barhte gaye.

Lekin phir Komal ki nazar Jibran ke peeche khari brand-new red Mercedes par pari.

Car ko birthday surprise ki tarah decorate kiya gaya tha — bonnet par ek bada sa gift bow tha aur side mein colorful balloons lage hue thay.

Komal achanak ruk gayi.

Uski aankhen surprise se wide ho gayin.

Komal:

“What? What? What? What? Yeh kya hai? Yeh sab kya hai?!”

Jibran halki si smile ke saath uski taraf dekhta hai.

Jibran:

“Bas, bas... pehle munh band karo. Gari mein baitho, phir sab batata hoon.”

Komal ki khushi ka koi thikana nahi tha. Woh foran Jibran ki taraf badhi aur usay tightly hug kar liya.

Kuch lamhon ke liye dono bas ek doosre ko hug kiye kharay rahe.

Phir Komal ne sharmate hue Jibran ke hont chom lie bas hont se hont mile or alag hogie or foran apni nazrein neeche kar lein.

Komal us waqt itni zyada excited aur overwhelmed ho chuki thi ke usay aas-paas ki duniya ka bilkul hosh nahi raha tha. Uske liye bas Jibran, woh surprise aur us pal ki khushi matter kar rahi thi. Usay ek second ke liye bhi yaad nahi raha ke woh hostel ke bahar road-side khari hai aur log aas-paas maujood hain. Emotions itne overpowering thay ke usne bina soche Jibran ko hug kiya aur phir ek spontaneous, affectionate kiss bhi kar diya. Kiss ke baad jab uska dimaagh thoda settle hua to usay achanak realization hui ke “Oh God… main road par khari hoon, aur maine abhi kya kar diya!” Woh foran sharma gayi, nazrein neeche kar lein aur khud hi halki si smile ke saath embarrassed ho gayi.

Jibran hans diya.

Jibran:

“Bas bas... ab gari mein baitho. Aage sab batata hoon.”

Komal muskurate hue car ki taraf dekhti hai.

Jibran ne passenger-side ka door khud khola like a gentleman.

Jibran:

“Madam, birthday girl ke liye special service.”

Komal muskurate hue car mein baith gayi. Jibran ne door softly close kiya aur phir driver's seat par aa kar baith gaya.

Jaise hi car start hui, cabin ki soft ambient lights jal uthin. Bahar London ki shaam dheere-dheere raat mein badal rahi thi, aur wet roads par city lights ke reflections Mercedes ke windows se andar aa rahe thay.

Jibran ne driving shuru ki hi thi ke Komal apni seat se dheere-dheere uski taraf aa gayi. Usne Jibran ki bazu dono haathon se gently pakri aur apna sar uske shoulder par rakh diya.

Jibran ne ek pal ke liye uski taraf dekha aur smile ki.

Jibran:

“Comfortable?”

Komal ne uske shoulder par cheek tikaye hue halki si smile ki.

Komal:

“Bohat.”

Usne pyaar se Jibran ki arm ko squeeze kiya.

Komal:

“Lekin bhai... itni mehngi gaari aapne kaise le li? Khairiyat hai? Kya kar rahe ho? Kuch ghalat kaam toh nahi kar rahe?”

Jibran hans pada.

Jibran:

“Aray pagal, meri jaan. Yeh gift hai. Baba ne bheja hai.”

Komal ne surprise se uski taraf dekha.

Jibran:

“Aur aaj se mujhe officially tumhare personal driver ka tag bhi mil gaya hai. Ab apne driver ke saath birthday ride enjoy karo.”

Komal hans kar uske shoulder ke aur kareeb ho gayi.

Komal:

“Yaar... Baba ne itna bara gift bhej diya, lekin khud nahi aaye. Agar Baba khud yeh gift lekar aate toh aur acha lagta.”

Jibran ne driving ke darmiyan ek haath se uske sar par pyaar se haath phaira.

Jibran:

“Koi baat nahi. Aa jayenge. Next week mil lena.”

Komal ne uski taraf dekha aur softly kaha:

Komal:

“Love you.”

Jibran ne muskurate hue uske forehead par ek gentle kiss diya aur phir road par focus kar liya.

Jibran:

“Love you too. Ab birthday enjoy karo.”

Komal phir uske shoulder se lag gayi. Dono ke darmiyan ek comfortable, loving silence tha. Kabhi Komal uska haath halka sa daba deti, kabhi Jibran uski taraf dekh kar smile kar deta.

Kuch der baad Komal ne poocha:

Komal:

“Bhai, abhi kahan ja rahe hain?”

Jibran:

“Pehle tumhe London ki roads properly explore karwata hoon. Phir dinner... aur wahan se cake cutting.”

Komal foran seedhi ho gayi.

Komal:

“Pehle cake!”

Jibran hans diya.

Jibran:

“Achha baba, pehle cake.”

Komal ne khushi se uske cheek par ek quick kiss ki aur dobara uske shoulder se lag gayi.

Bahar London ki lights unke saath-saath chal rahi thi.

London ki raat ab gehri ho chuki thi. Shehar ki roshniyan Thames ke pani par reflect ho rahi thi aur hawa mein halki si thandak thi.

Jibran ne London Bridge ke qareeb Mercedes dheere se side par roki.

Komal jo poori ride mein excitement aur baaton mein busy thi, ab thak kar apni seat par headrest se tik gayi. Uski aankhein dheere-dheere band hone lagin.

Jibran ne ek nazar uski taraf dekha aur muskuraya.

Jibran:

“Madam birthday girl... itni jaldi tired?”

Komal ne aankhein aadhi khol kar uski taraf dekha.

Komal:

“Main tired nahi hoon... bas aankhein rest kar rahi hain.”

Jibran hans pada.

Jibran:

“Achha? Aankhein rest kar rahi hain aur madam khud so rahi hain?”

Komal ne koi jawab nahi diya.

Kuch seconds baad woh waqai so gayi.

Jibran ne phone nikala aur camera quietly on kar diya. Camera ko apni taraf rakh kar dheemi awaaz mein bola:

Jibran:

“Baba... dekh lein apni princess ko. Aadhi raat hogie hai aur hamari birthday girl... poori duniya bhool kar araam se so rahi hain.”

Usne recording stop ki aur phone side mein rakh diya.

Kuch der baad Komal ki aankh khuli.

Komal:

“Hum ruk kyun gaye?”

Jibran:

“Bas thori der ka break.”

Komal ne uski taraf dekha aur phir suspicious expression banaya.

Komal:

“Aap kuch chhupa rahe ho.”

Jibran:

“Main? Bilkul nahi.”

Komal:

“Bhai... Apki smile bata rahi hai ke kuch toh hai.”

Jibran ne hansi control karte hue kaha:

Jibran:

“Tum bohat detective ban gayi ho.”

Komal ki nazar uske phone par gayi.

Komal:

“Ek minute... Aapne meri video banayi hai?”

Jibran ne phone pocket mein rakh liya.

Jibran:

“Ho sakta hai.”

Komal:

“Yeh kya naya drama hai?”

Jibran ne teasing smile ke saath kaha:

Jibran:

“Kuch cheezein baad mein bataunga.”

Komal:

“Abhi batao.”

Jibran:

“Nahi.”

Komal:

“Please?”

Jibran:

“Birthday surprise ka rule hai — sab kuch ek saath nahi bataya jata.”

Komal ne nakhre se uski arm par halka sa tap kiya.

Komal:

“Aap na... bohat annoying ho.”

Jibran:

“Lekin tumhari smile dekh kar lag raha hai ke tumhein mera annoying hona bhi pasand hai.”

Komal chup ho gayi aur window se bahar London ki lights dekhne lagi.

Kuch der baad Mercedes Shangri-La The Shard, London ke grand entrance par aa kar ruk gayi.

Jibran bahar nikla aur Komal ke liye passenger door khola.

Jibran:

“Madam, welcome.”

Komal car se bahar aayi aur saamne hotel ki grand entrance ko dekh kar ekdum ruk gayi.

Komal:

“Bhai... yahan?”

Jibran ne casually kaha:

Jibran:

“Haan. Kyun? Pasand nahi aaya?”

Komal ne uski taraf dekha.

Komal:

“Pasand? Bhai, aap pagal ho? Yeh toh...”

Woh apni baat complete nahi kar paayi.

Jibran ne car ki keys valet ko de di aur Komal ke paas aa gaya.

Jibran:

“Kal tumne khud kaha tha na ke hotel mein casual dressing mein nahi aaogi.”

Komal ne apni dress ki taraf dekha.

Phir Jibran ke tailored gray suit ko dekha.

Komal:

“Aap bhi aaj proper formal ho.”

Jibran:

“Tum bhi.”

Ek choti si smile ke saath Jibran ne apna haath uski taraf badhaya.

Jibran:

“Because tonight isn't just another night.”

Komal ne uska haath pakra.

Komal:

“Toh phir kya hai?”

Jibran ne uski aankhon mein dekh kar kaha:

Jibran:

“Official birthday date.”

Komal ki smile aur gehri ho gayi.

Jibran:

“Ab andar chalo. Aaj ki raat abhi baaki hai.”

Komal ne uska haath thoda aur mazbooti se pakra.

Komal:

“Okay... but one condition.”

Jibran:

“Kya?”

Komal:

“Aaj ki raat ka koi moment mujhe miss nahi karna.”

Jibran ne muskurate hue jawab diya:

Jibran:

“Promise.”

Dono haath mein haath liye hotel ki beautifully illuminated entrance ki taraf chal pade.

Komal:

“Ek aur baat... aaj koi awkward touching nahi, koi striping nahi.

Bas aap aur main, poori raat saath. Mujhe sirf aap k saath time spend karna hai.”

Jibran:

“Done. Aaj sirf tumhari birthday hai — no awkwardness, no pressure. Bas hum dono aur ek achi si raat.”

Komal muskurayi aur uska haath aur mazbooti se pakar liya.

Komal:

“Then let's go.”

Jibran aur Komal haath mein haath daale hotel ke andar enter hue. Jibran pehle bhi hotel aa chuka tha, is liye usay har cheez ka pata tha. Woh bina rukay seedha elevator ki taraf chala gaya.

Elevator ke andar ja kar usne Level 50 press kiya.

Kuch hi seconds mein elevator 50th floor par ruk gaya.

Dono bahar nikle aur corridor se guzarte hue Jibran apne suite ki taraf badha. Jibran ne sab kuch pehle se arrange karwa rakha tha.

Lekin jaise hi Komal suite ke saamne pohanchi, uski excitement thodi kam ho gayi. Usne darwaze ki taraf dekha, phir Jibran ki taraf.

Komal:

“Bhai... yeh kya hai?”

Jibran ruk gaya.

Komal:

“Hum cake aur dinner ke liye aaye hain na? Dinner neeche restaurant mein bhi ho sakta tha. Phir mujhe room mein kyun le ja rahe ho?”

Jibran ne uski taraf calmly dekha.

Jibran:

“Trust me. Tum pareshan mat ho. Mere saath chalo.”

Komal ne uska haath pakar liya aur thoda ruk gayi.

Komal:

“Nahi... main room mein nahi jaungi.”

Jibran ne uski baat dhyan se suni.

Komal:

“Main poori raat aap ke saath room mein nahi rukungi. Mujhe ajeeb sa lag raha hai.”

Jibran ne uska haath gently hold kiya.

Jibran:

“Komal, meri baat suno. Main tumhari hesitation samajh raha hoon.”

Komal chup rahi.

Jibran:

“Jo commitment humne ek doosre se kiya hai, uski respect hum dono karenge. Main tumhe kisi aisi situation mein nahi le jaunga jahan tum uncomfortable feel karo.”

Komal ne dheere se poocha:

Komal:

“Pakka?”

Jibran:

“Bilkul. Aur koi awkward situation nahi hogi. Na koi pressure, na koi aisi baat jiske baad tumhein guilt feel ho.”

Komal abhi bhi thodi hesitant thi.

Jibran:

“Tum bas mujh par trust karo. Agar kisi bhi point par tum uncomfortable feel karo, hum wapas chale jayenge. Simple.”

Komal ne kuch seconds tak uski aankhon mein dekha.

Komal:

“Aap sach keh rahe ho?”

Jibran:

“Main tumse jhoot bol kar tumhara birthday kharab karunga?”

Komal ka expression ab bhi serious tha.

Jibran:

“Trust me. Andar chalo. Tum khush ho jaogi. Maine tumhare liye bohat special surprise rakha hai.”

Komal ne ek lambi saans li.

Usne excitement ki wajah se nahi, balki Jibran ki baat rakhne aur us par trust karne ke liye dheere se haan kar di.

Komal:

“Okay... lekin main aapki baat maan rahi hoon, agar kisi lamhe me behak jao to faida na uthana muje rok dena.”

Jibran:

“That's all I wanted.”

Jibran ne apni pocket se ek black blindfold nikala.

Komal ne foran usay dekha.

Komal:

“Yeh kya hai?”

Jibran halka sa smile kiya.

Jibran:

“Surprise ka next step.”

Usne Komal ki permission ka intezar kiya, phir gently blindfold uski aankhon par baandh diya.

Komal:

“Bhai... Aap kya kar rahe ho?”

Jibran:

“Bas mujh par trust karo. Abhi kuch mat poochna.”

Komal:

“Kahan le ja rahe ho?”

Jibran:

“Bas andar. Phir tum khud dekhna.”

Jibran ne uska haath apne haath mein liya aur suite ka door khola.

Jibran:

“Careful... mere saath.”

Komal dheere-dheere uske saath andar chali gayi.

Door unke peeche softly close ho gaya.

Jaise hi Jibran ne suite ka door khola, Komal dheere-dheere uske saath andar aa gayi.

Andar ka scene dekh kar Jibran ne pehle hi sab kuch perfect arrange kar rakha tha. Room soft golden lights mein glow kar raha tha. Har taraf red flowers aur balloons lage hue thay, table beautifully decorated thi aur beech mein birthday cake pehle se ready tha.

Jibran ne foran candles light ki aur Komal ka haath gently pakar kar usay cake ki taraf le gaya.

Komal ki aankhon par abhi bhi black blindfold tha.

Jibran bilkul uske peeche aa kar khara ho gaya. Dono ke darmiyan itni close distance thi ke Komal ko uski halki si saans apni gardan ke qareeb mehsoos ho rahi thi.

Jibran ne dheemi awaaz mein uske kaan ke qareeb kaha:

Jibran:

“Happy Birthday, meri jaan, mere dil ki raani, meri pyari behan, meri mangetar, meri honay wali begam, or meri bacho ki mama... I love you.”

Komal ke chehre par ek halki si smile aa gayi.

Jibran ne dheere se blindfold khol diya.

Jibran:

“Now... open your eyes.”

Komal ne aankhein kholin.

Kuch seconds tak woh bilkul chup khari rahi.

Uske saamne poora suite ek princess-style birthday setup mein badal chuka tha. Red flowers, balloons, candles, beautifully decorated cake aur floor-to-ceiling glass windows ke bahar raat ka chamakta hua London — sab kuch ek saath dekh kar Komal ko samajh hi nahi aaya ke kya kahe.

Woh dheere se peeche mudi aur Jibran ko dekha.

Komal:

“Bhai... itna sab?”

Jibran muskuraya.

Jibran:

“Abhi toh party shuru hui hai.”

Phir usne cake ki taraf ishara kiya.

Jibran:

“Chalo, pehle cake cut karte hain. Baaki baatein baad mein.”

Komal ne smile karte hue uska haath pakar liya.

Dono cake ke saamne kharay hue. Jibran ne Komal ke saath mil kar knife pakra aur dono ne ek saath cake cut kiya.

Komal:

“Happy Birthday to me.”

Jibran:

“Happy Birthday to my love.”

Komal hansi aur cake ka ek chhota sa piece Jibran ko khilaya.

Komal:

“Pehle aap.”

Jibran ne bhi cake ka piece liya aur Komal ko khila diya.

Dono hansne lage.

Cake ke baad woh dheere-dheere room mein aage badhe. Kuch lamhon ke liye dono ek doosre ke saamne ruk gaye. Jibran ne Komal ka haath pakra ankho me dekha

Jibran k honto me thora cake laga tha

Komal ne agay barh kr zaban se Jibran k hont chat lie or wo cake saaf kia or dor bat gaie.

Komal phir window ki taraf chali gayi.

Floor-to-ceiling glass ke saamne khari ho kar woh bahar London ki endless lights ko dekhne lagi.

Komal:

Wow... yahan se poora London kitna beautiful lag raha hai.

Jibran peeche se uske paas aaya aur uska haath pakar liya.

Jibran:

“Birthday girl ke liye view bhi special hona chahiye.”

Usne Komal ko gently ek chota sa dance step karwaya aur halka sa round spin diya.

Komal hansi.

Komal:

“Bhai bas bas!”

Jibran ne uska haath pakre rakha aur dono kuch seconds tak music ke bina hi slow dance karte rahe.

Phir woh ruk gaye.

Dono ki nazrein mili.

Or bas honto se hont milty chle gaie

Aram aram se dono ek dosray k hont choom rhy thay.

Kuch der baad jibran hi rok gaya lekin komal hont chosti rhi

Jab use ehsas hoa k she getting out of control bas khamoshi se kiss toda or bhai k galay lagi gaie.

Komal ne room ko dobara dekha aur hairani se poocha:

Komal:

“Lekin seriously... yeh sab aapne kab arrange kiya? Itne flowers, balloons, cake... aur yeh poora room?”

Jibran ne teasing smile ke saath kaha:

Jibran:

“Tum bas questions poochti raho gi ya birthday bhi enjoy karogi?”

Komal:

“Lekin itna sab... kitna kharcha hua hoga?”

Jibran:

“Kharchay ki tension mat lo. Aaj sirf enjoy karo.”

Phir Jibran ne apni pocket ki taraf haath le jaate hue kaha:

Jibran:

“Waise... abhi tumhara sabse important surprise baaki hai.”

Komal ne foran uski taraf dekha.

Komal:

“Ab aur kya hai?”

Jibran muskuraya.

Jibran ne Komal ki taraf dekha aur halki si smile ke saath poocha:

Jibran:

“Dinner yahin room mein karein... ya neeche restaurant chalein?”

Komal ne bina zyada soche uska haath pakar liya.

Komal:

“Restaurant chalte hain. Pehle araam se dinner karenge... phir wapas room mein aayenge.”

Jibran ne uski aankhon mein dekha.

Komal:

“Phir poori raat bas isi window ke paas baithenge. London ki lights dekhenge, baatein karenge... mujhe aaj ki raat jaldi khatam nahi karni.”

Jibran ke chehre par soft si smile aa gayi.

Jibran:

“Tum London dekhti rehna... main tumhein dekhta rahunga.”

Komal ne foran uski taraf dekha aur sharma kar uske shoulder par halka sa tap kiya.

Komal:

“Bas bas... itna romantic mat bano.”

Jibran hans pada.

Jibran:

“Main? Romantic? Tum toh khud keh rahi ho ke poori raat mere saath window ke paas baithogi.”

Komal ne nazrein chura kar kaha:

Komal:

“Woh alag baat hai.”

“or ek baat, Bhai wapas aakar zyada romantic hone ki zaroorat nahi hai.”

Komal ne eyebrow raise ki.

Jibran:

“Tum hi romantic ho rahi ho apne aap. Khud ko control mein rakhna. Aisa na ho raat guzarne ke baad subah tumhein yaad hi na ho ke kya kaha tha aur kya utaar diya tha, aur phir room mein kapre dhond rahi hogi.”

Komal hans kar usay dekhti rahi.

Komal:

“Haan haan, tension mat lo. Aaj aisa kuch nahi hoga.”

Jibran ne uska haath gently squeeze kiya.

Jibran:

“Good. Ab madam dinner?”

Komal:

“Dinner!”

Dono room se nikalne hi wale thay ke Komal achanak ruk gayi.

Komal:

“Bhai, wait!”

Jibran ne mud kar dekha.

Jibran:

“Kya hua?”

Komal ne apne phone ke camera mein lips check kiye.

Komal:

“Lipstick thodi kharab ho gayi hai. Main theek karke aati hoon, phir chalte hain. Bas do minutes.”

Jibran ne uski taraf dekh kar muskurate hue kaha:

Jibran:

“Chhoro na... kya zaroorat hai? Itne pyare, raseele hont hain, lipstick ke baghair bhi perfect lag rahe hain.”

Komal ne foran usay teasing look diya.

Komal:

“Insaan bano bas. Do minutes!”

Jibran hans pada aur doorway par ruk kar bola:

Jibran:

“Okay, madam. Two minutes.”

Komal mirror ki taraf chali gayi, lipstick touch-up ki aur phir Jibran ki taraf mud kar boli:

Komal:

“Chalo. Ab theek hai?”

Jibran ne smile ki

Jibran:

“Ab bhi perfect.”

Komal ne sharma kar aankhein roll ki.

Komal:

“Bas chalo!”

Dono hanste hue restaurant ki taraf nikal gaye.

Restaurant mein warm golden lighting thi aur glass windows se London ka nighttime skyline nazar aa raha tha.

Dono ek corner table par baith gaye.

Komal ne menu se zyada Jibran ko dekha.

Jibran:

“Menu mein kya dekh rahi ho?”

Komal:

“Menu nahi... tum dekh rahi hoon.”

Jibran muskuraya.

Jibran:

“Aaj tum bohat dangerous mood mein ho.”

Komal:

“Birthday hai mera. Mujhe permission hai.”

Dono hans pade.

Dinner ke dauran Komal baar-baar apne birthday surprises ko yaad karti rahi. Kabhi Mercedes ki baat karti, kabhi suite ki decoration ki, aur kabhi Baba ke gift ka zikr.

Jibran bas uski excitement dekh kar khush hota raha.

Dinner table par baith kar Komal aur Jibran London ki lights dekhte hue baatein kar rahe thay. Kuch der baad Komal ka expression thoda serious ho gaya.

Komal:

“Bhai, ek baat discuss karni hai. Hum dono jaante hain ke hum ek doosre ki taraf kitne attracted hain. Isi liye mujhe lagta hai ke humein apne boundaries pehle se clear rakhni chahiye.”

Jibran:

“Main agree karta hoon. Attraction bilkul natural hai, lekin har feeling par act karna zaroori nahi.”

Komal:

“Exactly. Maine decide kiya hai ke ab shaadi tak hum sex nahi karenge. Main chahti hoon ke Aap mujhe is decision par strong rehne mein help karo.”

Jibran:

“Main tumhare decision ki respect karta hoon. Jab bhi lage ke emotions zyada intense ho rahe hain, hum thoda distance lenge, situation change karenge aur khud ko calm karenge.”

Komal:

“Matlab agar mujhe lage ke main control lose kar rahi hoon, toh main directly aap ko bata sakti hoon?”

Jibran:

“Bilkul. Aur tumhein awkward ya guilty feel karne ki zaroorat nahi. Main bhi apni responsibility samjhunga.”

Komal ne thodi der chup reh kar kaha:

Komal:

“Ek aur cheez... jab se hum car mein baithe hain, mujhe apne body mein arousal feel ho raha hai. Abhi bhi thoda uncomfortable lag raha hai. Main is feeling ko kaise handle karun, to be very honest

I am full wet between the legs

Main bas samajhna chahti hoon ke khud ko kaise calm karun?”

Jibran ne calmly jawab diya:

Jibran:

“Pehle relax karo. Aisi physical feelings normal hain aur zaroori nahi ke tum un par act karo. Thoda deep breathing karo, comfortable ho jao, paani piyo. Agar discomfort physical wetness ya discharge ki wajah se hai, toh washroom ja kar fresh ho jao aur zarurat ho toh panty change kar lo.”

Komal:

“Panty change karne ka kya faida? Jitni baar change karungi, kuch der baad phir wet ho jayegi. Jab tak aap mere paas ho, yeh feeling shayad relax hi nahi hogi. I honestly don’t know how to calm myself.”

Jibran:

“Phir khud par pressure mat dalo. Room mein ja kar araam se fresh ho jana, comfortable clothes pehen lena, thoda relax karna aur apni breathing normal karna. Arousal ko settle hone mein waqt lag sakta hai. Hum dono apni boundaries maintain karenge aur tumhein kuch prove karne ki zaroorat nahi hai.”

Komal:

“Okay... bas mere saath rehna.”

Jibran:

“Always.”

Komal ne relieved smile di.

Komal:

“Okay... ab mujhe samajh aa gaya. Feeling hona aur us par act karna do alag cheezein hain.”

Jibran:

“Exactly. Hum apni feelings ko accept kar sakte hain, bina unhein control karne diye.”

Komal ne uska haath gently hold kiya.

Komal:

“Then tonight, bas dinner, London aur hum dono ki baatein.”

Jibran:

“Perfect.”

Dinner khatam hua toh Jibran ne kaha:

Jibran:

“Ready to go back?”

Komal ne foran jawab diya:

Komal:

“Obviously. Mujhe apna gift bhi lena hai.”

Suite ka door khula aur dono dobara andar aaye.

Komal kuch seconds ke liye window ke paas ruk gayi. Bahar London ki countless lights chamak rahi thi.

Jibran uske paas aaya.

Jibran:

“Ab samajh aaya kyun room choose kiya tha?”

Komal ne dheere se uski taraf dekha.

Komal:

“Haan... ab samajh aa raha hai.”

Phir achanak uske chehre par excitement wapas aa gayi.

Woh Jibran ke saamne aa kar khari ho gayi aur dono haath aage kar diye.

Komal:

“Lao.”

Jibran:

“Kya?”

Komal ne playful smile ke saath kaha:

Komal:

“Ab mera gift do.”

Jibran ne teasingly kaha:

Jibran:

“Itni jaldi?”

Komal:

“Puri shaam se wait kar rahi hoon!”

Jibran muskuraya, uska haath pakra aur kaha:

Jibran:

“Okay, birthday girl... ab tumhara asli surprise.”

Jibran:

“Yeh dekho.”

Usne do beautifully wrapped black gift boxes nikale aur dono Komal ke haathon mein rakh diye.

Komal ne boxes ko dekha, phir Jibran ki taraf.

Komal:

“Do?”

Jibran:

“Dono tumhare.”

Komal ki aankhon mein phir se wohi birthday wali excitement aa gayi

 

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Sisters

 

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Sister

 

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Ahh h behna

 

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My love❤